User blog comment:Cortez Firebrush/Vulpes Imperio/@comment-2006360-20110929194026

Torquemadia nods, then frowns Well...a squadron of Royal Guard are doing it now. It will take some time to search through everything. But look, the otter speaks! Rakflurr Drinkwater mumbles Jes' wanted...t'be rich...meant no 'arm ter ye maj'sty...nay been 'ere afore, don't know the custerms...

Loraq sneers and takes two huge iron hooks from his rack of torture weapons. We'll see 'bout that, mateys. Lifts the rats up and sticks a hook each into each of their belts, then attaches each one to a vacant prison chain, and then takes a red-hot iron poker and waves it around. I'm askin' the questions 'ere now. Whose dis Flart or whacheveryecallher queen ye cullies so love ter talk 'bout? What does she want wit Vestr?